Lights in the corridor shone through the open doors and he had no trouble, after he had silently closed the window again and fastened it, in making his way between chairs and tables. At the door nearest to the stairs he paused and looked out. No one was in sight and he swiftly stepped into the corridor, around the corner and through the swinging door that gave on the stairs. He stepped lightly, for he knew that on each floor a master’s bedroom was separated from him by only the thickness of a wall. It was when he had reached the fourth floor and had his hand on the door there that he recalled the fact that directly across the hallway was Number 34, inhabited by Cathcart. Cathcart was a proctor and, so it was said, a most conscientious one. He would have done better, as he now realized, to have gained the floor by the other stairway. However, Cathcart’s door was tightly closed and it was more than likely that Cathcart was sound asleep. So Hugh pushed the swinging portal softly ajar, slipped through and turned along the corridor toward 29. Halfway, he thought he heard a sound behind him, but he didn’t stop or turn. He scuttled into 29――Bert had thoughtfully left the door unlocked――and the instant the latch had slipped into place behind him tore off his coat and fumbled at his belt. The study was empty and dark, but a light shone from Bert’s bedroom and as Hugh hurried into his own apartment a sibilant voice came to him. “That you, Hugh?” “Yes.” Hugh was slipping out of his trousers. “I’ll be in in a minute.” He kicked off his shoes and tugged at his tie. “Where the dickens have you been?” demanded Bert, more loudly. Hugh heard his bed creak and a moment later his bare feet on the floor. And that instant there was a gentle knock on the door. Hugh flung things from him wildly and dived for his bed. There was silence. Then the knock was repeated, and: “Winslow!” came Cathcart’s cautious voice from beyond the portal. After a moment’s hesitation Bert, making a good deal of noise about it, went to the door and flung it open. Hugh, the covers pulled to his chin, held his breath and listened. “Hello, Wallace.” That was Bert’s voice, surprised and sleepy. “What’s up?” “Sorry to disturb you,” said Cathcart, pushing past Bert and closing the door behind him, “but someone just came up the stairs and entered this room.” “Nonsense,” replied Bert, suppressing a yawn. “You probably heard me coming from the bathroom.” “I didn’t only hear, I saw,” said Cathcart quietly. “You don’t usually visit the bathroom with all your clothes on, I suppose.” “Not usually, old man, but I couldn’t find my bathrobe. I suppose it’s somewhere around――――” “Is Ordway here?” demanded the proctor. “I suppose so. We went to bed rather early. Oh, Hugh!” “Yes?” asked Hugh startledly. “Did you call, Bert?” “Yes, Cathcart asked if you were here. It’s all right, I guess.”